"Vian, I don't mean to compare you with my husband, but you are very different. I have never felt comfortable when I was with my husband. Our relationship was too empty, too tasteless. But I felt something different when I was with you. I feel my soul. it's coming back to life. Honestly don't you feel the same way?" Sandra gently stroked Vian's arm.
"Sandra, don't be like this. Please," Vian asked.
"Vian, you don't need it every day. Once a week to see you is enough. I hope you will consider my wishes. Haven't I asked you for anything?" Sandra whined.
"Sandra, I can't promise you anything."
"Vian, just think about it first. Don't be in a hurry. My hands are always wide open when welcoming you," said Sandra reassuringly.
